He was the sole abnormality Murmur sensed but could not identify. Ikenga had been different since birth, different in ways had to define. Nana had several theories, many half-formed, many dangerous to even consider.
But they didn't matter.
Because he was hers.
And whatever Ikenga had done, whatever subtle fracture his existence had introduced into the world, it had led to this era, this state, this strange and unpredictable unfolding.
A world Nana watched with fascination, not regret.
Her child's anomaly had reshaped the path menat for their world. And she was… pleased.
Silent and unseen, Nana lingered at the edge of the lake, listening as Murmur unknowingly brushed against the truth she had carried alone for a long time.
